Lived in Texas all my life, only had my car broken into once and that was when the window motor died in the down position and I covered it with plastic sheeting and duct tape until I could get it replaced. Bastard ripped it open, let himself into MY car.
I didn't notice anything missing, even the change was still in the tray. But the visor was down, the glove box open and its contents spilled out and everything under the seats had been pulled out. Fucker took nothing but he was looking for something specific, likely a handgun or spare key. No idea who it was but I suspect one of the black wannabe thugs that hang out on campus. They broke into a bunch of rooms and stole appliances before security cameras were installed and everyone on campus hates them, the rest of the black population especially because they view the thugs hip-hop BS, "for rizzle mah nigga", and the constant theft and substance abuse to be an insult to their entire race. It's a wonder more of them haven't had the shit beat out of them yet.
My reputation usually keeps people from screwing with me. I fall into the "mostly harmless" category, but whenever someone tries to start something with me, inevitably one of his buddies or a bystander says "dude, that's the guy with the knives/the AK-47/who dyed the one guy purple and it lasted for over a month." I've ended large-scale prank wars and kept them from escalating merely by starting a rumor that I joined one side or the other. As soon as they hear that I got involved, everyone quits. I am legendary for my prowess as a practical jokester and nobody wants to be on my bad side because of it.